"I... uh..." He closes his eyes, looking away from the reflection. "I should..." He can't focus. He has to focus to use his abilities. He's trying. He wrenches enough of his mind away from his emotions to activate that power. It... takes a lot out of him. He feels even more drained than before.

So hollow and dead inside - well. He is. He knows he is. But still... "Knowing him he has some kind of failsafe or... something. Don't know how mages work." The gunshot is still echoing in his head and he trembles slightly. "Schatzi... need to sleep. Room... any room..." He can stay awake if he has to, but he really doesn't feel like forcing himself to do so right now. "Stand guard..."